The “As I Sat on The Bus” Invitational —— A Writing Compendium

I discovered this new writing challenge this week. It’s intriguing, in that it centers around the same general theme every time, but, at the same time, allows for enormous variety. Some of you might want to check it out. It’s scheduled to renew each Sunday. I’m going to try to participate as often as I can.

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images-2 That’s right! Send in your short stories, poems, photos, songs, and various mass transportation thoughts that begin with the words “As I sat on the bus…”

I myself like to write on the bus, so I expect to knock off one of these guys every week or so. Meanwhile send in your ‘As I sat on the bus’, or ‘As I was sitting on the bus that afternoon’, or ‘As Monsigneour d’ Escallion sat on the autobus d’un apres midi’ stories to Bumbastories – attached as links in the comments section below. Good luck!

And here is my entry: A poem images-1

As I sat on the bus

The world went by

Time raced with the sun

Eastward we flewimages

Around the sun

Around the Milky Way

Flying, hurtling, spinning through space-time

As the bus neared La Brea Boulevard

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In Memorium: Vince Flynn

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I learned some exceedingly sad news this week. One of my favorite authors passed from this life four days ago, at the age of 47 and at the height of his writing career. Vince Flynn, an American author whose books have sold over 15 million copies in the U. S. and millions more worldwide, has been an encouragement and a challenging example to me personally in my endeavors to reach out to the world through the written word. 

I cannot put into accurate words the sadness I feel at learning of Vince Flynn’s death. He was, without a doubt, one of the most talented and most morally responsible writers to grace the halls of American literature in this generation. He was a true patriot and, through his work, shared that love of our nation and all it stands for with his millions of readers.

He also stands as a beacon of personal commitment to a goal — and as a beacon of ingenuity and enterprise that is offered to citizens of this nation — in that he was determined to succeed in getting his words to the reading public and would not take ‘no’ for an answer. Although diagnosed as dyslexic during his school years, he did not let that problem deter him from reaching for his goal. Although turned down by the Marine Corps because of a physical problem, he sought for and found a way to serve this nation through his writing.

As an author who self-published his first book — after scores of rejections of the same —  he went on to become one of the best selling authors of this generation. He is a powerful encouragement to others to pursue their dreams and never give up. My heart goes out to his family, and I do share their grief at losing such a valuable man.

A couple of years ago, I wrote a newspaper column concerning books and their lasting value in our lives. I also shared some of my personal experiences as an author who has enjoyed hearing from people who have been profoundly touched and moved by my stories. In connection with that experience, I wrote about Vince Flynn – in a rather light-hearted way – but my words were totally honest. In memory of this gifted man and his work, I’d like to share those words again right now:

“I’m a Vince Flynn fan. In my opinion, he literally “wrote the book” on high-concept political intrigue.  Now, of course, when I’m in need of something warm and fuzzy to read – something that will allow me to escape this cruel, cold world – I definitely don’t run to Vince. But when I want something I can get my teeth into – something that involves every bit of me in the story – he’s my man.

“Every sentence is packed, and for that reason, I find it almost impossible to put his books down once I start reading.  I look at the clock at 1:00 a.m. and tell myself I’ll read just to the end of the chapter. Then at 2:00 a.m. I reassure my conscience that I’ll read just one more page. And I do. Then I read one more page … and one more page … until I find myself at 3:00 a.m., facing an unforgiving alarm clock that’s set to go off in three more hours.

“So I’ve been thinking: Perhaps I’ll set another goal for myself that will help me measure my success as an author – as I see it. I think I’ll aim for writing a novel that will keep Vince Flynn up until 3:00 a.m. and make him feel guilty. Yes. That sounds like a good idea. I’ll start right now – if I can just stay awake ….”

Sadly, of course, that goal is no longer achievable, since Mr. Flynn has left us. But personally, I will still hold onto that thought, and although I will see it through tears, I will nevertheless see it as a beacon and a challenge that leads me in my efforts to write stories that will get hold of people and not let go. I believe I have something important to say in the stories I write — as did Vince Flynn — and I am enormously grateful for his example that remains here with us in all of the masterful work he has given us.

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WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: The World Through My Eyes

I didn’t have to worry about all the instructions concerning focus, perspective, etc. in the challenge this week, because my photo has only one object in it — other than the floor beneath it.  This is my new welcome rug. It represents a huge aspect of “the world through my eyes,” because I love the taste and aroma of freshly brewed coffee, and I have one of the greatest love affairs with chocolate the world has ever known.

Coffee and Chocolate are terrific comfort foods, and recent medical studies have proven both of them to be extremely beneficial to our physical health. I chose this rug for my front door entrance because, to me, nothing says, “Welcome” better than a steaming, fragrant cup of coffee and the thick, rich sweetness of great chocolate.  ENJOY!

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Healing From Jesus Blog

SMILEY - YEL,ORANGEJust a reminder: if you need healing or have loved ones who do, you will find faith-building teaching, inspiring testimonies, and much food for your faith on the “Healing From Jesus” blog here on WordPress.

http://healingfromjesus.wordpress.com/

 

 

You Say You Want To Be A Writer?

CARTOON WRITER CLOTHED - editedYou say you want to be a writer? Then START WRITING!

Mystery author Agatha Christie once said, “The best time for planning a book is while you’re doing the dishes.” There’s a lot of wisdom in that statement.

You know, you don’t have to live a weird life — or even a particularly exciting life — to be a great author. In fact you can live a very ordinary, chicken-frying, auto-repairing, laundry-washing, diaper-changing kind of life and still write books that will lift people out of the ordinary and into a place where imaginations rise to peak places, where new dreams are ignited, and where hope and faith bring victory into life’s struggles.

So pick up that pen, sit down to that keyboard, or start dictating into that recorder — whatever method works for you.  If you’re sure you want to write, START WRITING. 

 

BLACK TYPEWRITER - sepia regular sizeNow that you’ve started, you come to your next decision. Do you want to be an “occasional writer” – sharing an idea or a complaint only now and then – when the mood strikes you? Or do you want to be a “serious writer” – making writing one of your primary goals in life and, therefore, at the top of your list of priorities.? If your answer is the first option, then you are free to write or not, depending on how you feel on any particular day. However, even in that situation, the more you write, the better you will be at it when you feel it counts.

But if you are serious about writing – if you feel it is a necessary part of your feeling successful in your life – then you must live by a different law: You must commit to writing on a regular basis and stick with the program, regardless of how you feel on any particular day – or how anyone else feels about your work.

Unfortunately, this decision to be a serious writer must be made anew every few days. The “new” wears off after a while. The excitement turns to frustration after several days of reaching for just the write words and falling short time after time. The bright ideas seem to fade a little when the family and friends don’t find your first chapter exciting enough to want to listen to you talk about it for three hours non-stop. But if you really do want to write, you must make yourself write faithfully and regularly, regardless of the struggles involved. If you sit at your keyboard three hours and type onto the screen only one sentence worth keeping, you have accomplished writing a sentence that never existed before.

And therein lies the intrinsic value of writing. Everyone who writes becomes a creator. Once you have written an original piece – no matter how small or how large – you have created something that never before existed! And it does not matter if anyone else reads it. It does not matter if anyone else likes it. It does not matter whether it ever sees a publisher’s imprint or a bookstore shelf. The fact remains that you have created an entity that never before existed. I repeat that point because it is a powerful reality that very few writers recognize.

And another related fact – one that many unpublished writers in particular seem to miss — is that once you have created a written product, you are a writer. You’re not “going to be” a writer. You’re not a “would-be” writer. You’re not an “aspiring” writer. You are a writer. You are an author. You are a creator. When you do recognize these two truth, they will empower you to keep creating and to create even more effectively.

Author Jules Renard said, “Writing is the only profession where no one considers you ridiculous if you earn no money.” Well, I’m not sure that’s entirely true. When I was earning no money, I had a significant number of people tell me that I should put my writing aside and apply myself more diligently to “real work.” That being said, I would have to come into agreement with Mr. Renard to some extent anyway, because for the writer who feels the desire strongly enough, it really is not about money at all. It is about pouring out the rich treasure that is inside, just waiting for its release. If you truly are a writer, you must write – for yourself.

But to return to my main point, once you have realized that you are a writer and that you have created something that had no existence before your efforts, you will then come to realize a third truth that is just as important: As a writer, you have a heavy responsibility to your readers. From the moment an individual picks up your work and reads the first sentence, you begin to influence that person – for good or evil. And the more of your work people read, the greater your influence grows.

So it is important to remember that, although you may feel you are writing for yourself, if you intend to allow your work to be read by anyone else at all, you are responsible for what that work does to influence that reader. There is a passage in the Bible, Luke 12:48, that says, “For unto whomsoever much is given, of him shall be much required.”

Although the statement is found within the pages of Scripture, it is a truth outside of those pages as well. One does not have to be of the Christian faith to recognize the validity of the point being made. In accordance with that law of life, when we are endowed with the powerful gifts and talents that allow us to create through the written word, we then become accountable for what we do with that word.

QUILL & SCROLL - sepiaAs long ago as 1839, English author Edward Bulwer-Lytton stated this truth most succinctly when he wrote, “The pen is mightier than the sword.” Centuries prior to that date, Martin Luther proved the truth of that statement when his words shook a corrupt religious system to its very roots – as did Thomas Paine in his endeavors to move men in the “New World” to fight for their freedom. By the use of the pen (or keyboard) nations can be established, but societies can be destroyed just as easily. Personal lives can be blessed and lifted to a new level, or they can be pulled down into sordidness and filth – depending on what flows from the point of that pen.

A poem I wrote not long ago echos this truth as well:

Weapons

One man may wield with ease a sharp-honed sword,
And drawing blood, strike death with that long knife.
Another for his weapon chooses words,
Yet with dead aim, he too destroys a life.

‘Twould seem that power resides in reservoirs
And can be drawn and used for peace or strife.
Ah, yes, and ’tis the Master Wordsmith’s Word
That teaches in our words is death and life. *

Powerful? Yes. Exciting? Indeed. Scary? You bet. Because with so much power comes an equal amount of responsibility. We must never lose sight of the fact that words really do create — for good or evil. And words move people — to good or evil.

But isn’t it a great joy to know that the power works both ways? As writers, we have the opportunity to build lives – to bring encouragement, hope, revelation, and even laughter. Allow me to quote from one more passage of scripture. The book of Proverbs, chapter 17, verse 22, says, “A joyful heart is good medicine.” And in the last century, medical science told us that scientific tests had proven that laughter really does change the physical condition of the body in a positive way. Yes, even writing something that makes another person laugh can change a life.

If you want to be a writer, you are aspiring to a high calling. Go for it, always remembering to use your power wisely.

And as you pick up that pen or set your hands on that keyboard, you can count on two things coming your way for sure:

# 1 — Frustrating, taxing, aggravating challenges.

# 2 – The exhilarating, elevating, life-renewing joy of having created something out of yourself that never before existed. There is no other experience like it in the world!

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*Scripture reference: Proverbs 18:21

This article is an excerpt from the curriculum Releasing the Creative Writer in You, © 2013 by Sandra Conner.

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Sonel’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Nature

Just discovered Sonel’s challenge today and couldn’t wait to take part using these daisies that I photographed just two days ago. When I saw the challenge, I knew this was the photo I wanted to use. Daisies are my favorite flower in the whole world. There’s just something so pure about them, and the black and white study brings out that quality even more. To take part in the challenge, visit Sonel’s blog here: 
http://sonelcorner.wordpress.com/2013/06/18/black-and-white-photo-challenge-nature/

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A Father’s Day Parable

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   A young father stepped onto the highway of life, and as he began his journey, he turned to the guide who was accompanying him, and asked; “Is this journey going to be long — and will it be hard?”
    “Yes,” the guide replied. “Your journey will be difficult, and you will grow old before you reach the end of it. But I can tell you that the end will be far better than the beginning.”
    The young father was thoroughly happy. He could not believe that anything could top these years. So he played with his children, swam with them in the pool, and played endless games with them. The sun shined upon them, and life was good. And the young father smiled and said to himself, “Nothing will be more lovely than this!”
    Then the night came, and the storm rolled in. The path…

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Inner Peace Award

INNER PEACE AWARDMy good friend Gerry, from “Restawyle,” across the pond, has honored me with this award, and I know that I am free to accept it with no rules or strings attached. Visit his site — which will lead you to his other sites — and a whole world of interesting words and music.

 

 

 

Poor Ol’ Kaw-Liga

My hometown has its very own “Kaw-Liga.”  I don’t know how many of you are familiar with the humorous Hank Williams song “Kaw-Liga,” but it was extremely popular back in the 1950’s and 60’s in the U. S. It was the story of a wooden Indian (American Indian) who stood consistently in front a store and, unfortunately, fell in love with a wooden Indian maiden who stood at the door of an antique store not far away. When I discovered this carving masterpiece in front of a hometown store recently, I was taken back to the days of Hank Williams and his famous song. I knew I had to share it.

The link below the photo is to a video of a live performance of the song by Johnny Cash and Hank Williams, Jr. (the author’s son) — recorded at the Grand Ole Opry in Nashville, Tennessee, when the Opry was still in its original home at the Ryman Auditorium right in the middle of downtown Nashville. That auditorium holds a lot of wonderful memories for me, because my family and I lived in Nashvillle during some of those years, and we attended the Opry and took family and friends numerous times to rub shoulders with the country music greats. This video is my personal favorite recording of the song because it offers so much in the way of atmosphere as the cameras pan the auditorium from time to time.

Even if you’ve never heard the song before, hop over and listen. You’ll enjoy it!

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Wonder if he’s still in love …

Watch Video Here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=VL1MCqZQ5dU

 

(Should there be anyone reading this post who feels that this subject matter in any way treats Native Americans in a derogatory manner, let me hasten to say that I am Native American and am very proud of that heritage. As such, I am not the least bit insulted by the song or the wooden sculpture, and as far as I’m concerned, that settles the issue.)